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Valis
Legacy Name: Valis

The

Common Devonti
Owner:

Lisa

Age: 4 years, 7 months, 1 week

Born: February 18th, 2019

Adopted: 3 years, 10 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: November 8th, 2019

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Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 1
Books Read: 1
Food Eaten: 1
Job: Unemployed

Ever since he'd come out as gay to his noble parents, Valis had at best gotten the cold shoulder from them and at worst, he was sent to see different doctors who would tell him he was wrong, perverted, disgusting. Those times left him feeling very low. Unloved. The thing was, his parents did love him - they just didn't know how to handle the information that he'd known he liked other boys since childhood. They seemed more worried about what others in society would think when word got out. They weren't very high-ranking nobles, but they often went to court, and his father held a seat in the House of Lords. His parents were honestly more upset over the fact that he hadn't shown interest in taking over his father's seat, or even in any of the professions he'd been given internships to. He just didn't have a passion for any of the things his parents did and that irked them, to put it mildly. It didn't really worry Valis any that he hadn't found 'his thing' yet. He figured he would eventually. But his parents kept trying, kept pushing him towards the things they liked. The things most nobles liked.

It was late on a Sunday afternoon, when the family had just arrived home from church. It had been another interminable sermon that seemed directed straight (no pun intended) at him. His parents were good friends with the vicar, so it wasn't beyond possibility that they had put the old man up to it. He trudged off to his room, ready to get online, maybe play a game or two, anything to forget the hate he felt that day. He barely passed through his door when his father came up behind him.

"Get your things ready, Valis. Enough for two weeks, clothing for hot weather and work. You'll be leaving this evening." The stern man turned on his heel and left before Valis could form a reply. It wouldn't be any use arguing with him anyways. Two weeks. God, he hoped this wasn't going to be like that camp he'd been to a few years back. He shuddered, quickly flinging away an angry, scared tear. He woodenly packed his things and in a few hours, he was off, flying away to parts unknown.

Surprised was an understatement, when Val stepped off the plane, sand whipping his face, to see a young man his own age standing near a Jeep. "You Valis? Name's Jon. The professor will be glad to have another hand in the dig. He's sure we're close to something. He says he can feel it in his bones. It's exciting, really. I can almost feel it too. I'm sorry, I tend to natter on when I'm excited. It'll be nice to have someone near my age here."

Valis blinked, eyes wide. This...wasn't what he expected. "Hello Jon...you said something about a professor? A...dig?"

"Oh! Yes. Professor Hemsworth did say your parents hadn't filled you in. Odd thing that, to send someone to something like this without them knowing the whats and whys and wherefores! Sorry, sorry! I'm doing it again, aren't I. I'll explain on the way what's up. Let's go, shall we?" The other man almost skipped to the driver's side of the vehicle, smiling over at Valis as he started the engine.

The next week was a blur of learning - the site, the dig, the professor, the other workers...Jon. It was an archeology dig, unearthing the remains of a long dead pharaoh and his treasure, logging the findings. It was hard, dirty, sweaty work with long hours...and Valis loved it. He guessed his parents thought maybe the hard work would knock him into shape. By the end of the second week, he was penning a letter back home, telling them that he wasn't coming back. He'd made up his mind...helped by long talks with Jon at night. He was staying, and if his parents cared a whit at all, they would send the rest of his things, maybe a small stipend, and be happy for him. If they didn't...well, he'd make it on his own...or maybe not so on his own at all.

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